Name of PC: Calypso Starling
Name of iNPC: Melody Westmoore
School of iNPC: Ilvermorny
Year: 6

Appearance: Mel has shoulder-length brown-blond hair and hazel eyes. She is a bit on the tall side, with a runner's build from her time competing in track. Her skin is tanned from hours in the sun and lightly freckled, and she often wears thread bracelets on her hands which she likes to weave in her spare time. Her usual garb consists of jeans or jean shorts, converse high-tops which she absentmindedly doodles on when she's bored, and earth-toned t-shirts. She has a favorite crimson hoodie that she wears in every season except summer. It is her mother's old Harvard sweatshirt.

Personality: Melody is courageous and witty, and loves adventure. She has a strong sense of morality and justice, and will always fight for what she knows is right. That being said, she never says no to a "harmless" prank every now and then. She can be quite mischievous. The young Thunderbird is endlessly stubborn, and has a quick, hot temper. Melody has an unquenchable wanderlust, and is always ready to get up and go. She hopes to visit every US state and every continent before she dies, and has a long bucket list.
Mel is a very athletic person, and enjoys playing Quidditch, soccer, and running track. She has a sharp tongue that too often gets her in trouble. She is also always the first to stand up for someone who is being bullied, and is a fairly kind person if you don't get on her bad side. But if you do, boy can that girl hold a grudge. She has a good sense of humor, and is also very sarcastic. Her snark has been known to get her points deducted in class.

Biography: Melody Lane Westmoore was born on April 13th, 2009. It was 4:01 am when she was brought into the world by Vanorah Westmoore, her mother. The morning was dark and stormy, the sky lively like the young girl born beneath it. The moon was nearly full, and it shone through the storm.

Mel was raised by her mother. Her father vanished when he found out his girlfriend was expecting a baby. Vanorah hasn't seen him since, and Mel knows little about him. The now-sixteen-year-old has a younger brother, Oliver Declan Westmoore, who is nine years of age. Their mother works full-time for a law firm, as a secretary. Her true ambition is to be a lawyer, but she had to drop out of Harvard Law school when she got pregnant. Crippled by student debt, and without any support from the father of her child, Vanorah lost the rent on her apartment. Since one of her parents was dead by this time, and the other living in Sweden on a whim, unwilling to take her pregnant daughter in, she was forced onto the streets. After months of living in shelters and under highways, and job interview after job interview, Vanorah finally got a position as a maid at a hotel, and was able to save up enough to buy a house. A month later, unable to pay for hospital bills, this was where she gave birth to Mel. She decided to name her daughter after her street, Melody Lane, because she felt that their new home was a symbol of all of her hard work and dedication, and the bright future she knew awaited Mel because of it. Two years later, Vanorah got the job at the law firm, where she's worked ever since. A year after that, baby Ollie was adopted.
Mel attended public preschool and elementary school, and got her Ilvermorny letter the summer after 5th grade. She was entirely shocked, as she knew nothing about the Wizarding World before then.

First Instance of Magic: One day, after it had rained, Mel had sat outside and wondered about her father. She didn't do this often. She didn't need him. It was never like 'some part of her was missing' or whatever. Her family felt complete with just her, Ollie, and her mom. They were happy. But of course, this didn't stop her from wondering. Just occasionally.
Well anyway, Mel was sitting on a tree stump in the backyard, staring into a puddle. She had always loved storms -the wilder, the better. And the way that, after one, the world seemed clean and new, and the air smelled fresh. The way everything was brighter, and sharper, and the world came into focus. Mel stared into that puddle, and she thought, I wonder what my dad looks like. The pool of muddy water started to clear then, all the silt sinking to the bottom. The surface of the pool took on a slight silvery sheen. The shadows reflected in the water came together in the middle to form the figure of a man. He was shadowy and faint, but Mel could make out dark unruly hair and the sharp lines of his features. It wasn't the true form of her father, but how she'd imagined him on those occasions she'd let herself wonder. Still, the sudden appearance of the face had startled her witless. She'd gasped and run from the puddle, taking refuge in the branches of her favorite willow tree, until her mother had called her in to dinner. Mel never mentioned her first instance of magic. By the time she got her school letter, she'd so convinced herself it was a dream that it took her a moment to remember the incident, and to recognize it for what it must have been.